Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as the case may be.
If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Previously on "Lance's Search"...
They had never kissed before, but for some reason, Lance had to have Justin's lips on his. They locked their lips together for quite awhile with Lance every once in a while getting out an "oh, my God, Justin."
Finally, the two mouths separated and Justin rested his head on Lance's shoulder. Lance was nearly dumbfounded. He had just experienced his first blow job and his first kiss, probably not in the order he thought it would come. But it didn't matter. His body felt so good and it was enjoying the warmth and weight of Justin on top of it. He remembered saying "Thanks," but then he drifted off into sleep.
Chapter 11
Lance regained his consciousness slowly. He felt a big, warm weight on one side of his body. Suddenly he remembered who it was and why he was there. He smiled to himself and wondered what time it was. He moved slightly to check a clock. In the process, he stirred Justin.
His eyelids barely opened at first. Then a smile appeared on his face. "Hey, stud."
"Hey yourself." Lance responded.
"You OK?"
"Yeah! Better than OK. What you did was just so overwhelming. God, you were good."
"You were great too!"
"Well, at least on the receiving end of it, I guess. I'm sorry I fell asleep after you sucked me dry."
"That's cool. It happens. Good sex is like Mother Nature's own sleeping pill. It just makes the body feel so good and so tired at the same time."
Lance chuckled at that thought. "Yeah, guess so. But, oh man, I didn't get back to your cock! Sorry!"
"Hey, no harm. I kinda fell asleep too, ya know."
"Well, sorry I wasn't doing it right. I didn't even think about my teeth."
"Rookie mistake. But did you enjoy sucking my cock, Mr. Bass?"
"Like you wouldn't believe, Mr. Timberlake, although I guess you would believe," Lance said with a laugh.
Justin joined in the laughter. Then he turned thoughtful. "Ya know, I really don't know exactly why I like it so much, but I do. As kids you're taught that your 'pee-pee' is dirty and shouldn't even be touched unless you had to go to the bathroom or you need to wash it. Later, you discover that touching it and rubbing it a lot is great. But all guys learn that. Where would teen boys be without the help of their hands? Jerking off becomes second nature.
"But for some of us, we want more from cocks. We go beyond touching to tasting. Most men apparently find it disgusting to put another man's dick in their mouth, but we crave it. Why is that? Why do I get a hard-on from bobbing my head up and down another's tool? Hell, I'm getting a boner just talking about it now."
"I don't know why we're like we are either," Lance said. "But despite what I learned as a kid, this just feels so right. When I was sucking you, I was so turned on. It didn't taste 'dirty.' I enjoyed the taste. I enjoyed the smell. I'm just sorry I didn't get to finish."
"Well, buddy, have I got a treat for you, 'cause my cock is hard and aching to be eaten. Just watch those pearly whites this time."
Lance's mouth produced a wide grin, displaying those pearly whites for Justin. "Yeah, those are the ones," Justin responded.
"I'll do my best." With that, he rolled Justin over onto his back. But this time, instead of heading directly toward the younger boy's manhood, Lance began by licking Justin's neck. It was a little rough in places where Justin needed to shave, but Lance could tell from the moans that his tongue was having a real effect.
Slowly Lance's head moved down Justin's body. His tongue followed the valley created by the breastbone until it took a detour toward the right nipple. Lance kissed the brownish patch of skin and flicked his tongue over the hardened bump of flesh. When Lance's appetite for the right nipple was satisfied, his tongue made a trail to its companion on the left breast. The left nipple received equal attention, and then the tongue headed back to the breastbone valley.
Lance's tongue resumed its trip toward Justin's raging hard-on. It delayed a bit around the belly button, enjoying the dip into the boy's abdomen. The tongue then detected a slight trail south of the belly button, with the lightest touches of hair. The tongue followed this trail of hair until it reached a whole bush of dark blond. Having reached this point, Lance looked up at Justin's face. Justin looked down with a huge grin, but with a plea in his eyes for Lance to use that playful tongue of his to bathe the harden rod of man meat in front of him.
Without a word spoken, Lance understood, opened his mouth and placed his lips around Justin's cock. The sensation was just as good this time as before. It was hard, yet felt so smooth in his mouth. Despite his own ecstasy, Lance worked hard at remembering to keep his teeth from scraping the skin. With each downward plunge, he tried to take just a little bit more of that cock in his mouth. He gagged slightly a couple of times, but carried on, caught up in the pure pleasure of this event.
Periodically, he would take the cock out of his mouth entirely, but then he would use his tongue to move all over the rod and even the balls. Lance could tell Justin's breathing was changing. His cock seemed harder. It began to twitch in Lance's mouth. Instinctively Lance knew what all of this meant. He even faintly heard Justin say something about cumming. Despite all this, Lance wasn't ready for what happened next.
On a downward stroke with his mouth, all of a sudden Lance's mouth was invaded by a blast of semen. Lance was caught off guard and as the second round of cum erupted, he found himself choking on the white fluid. He had to remove his mouth from that penis he earlier savored in order to cough and clear his windpipe. Justin quickly finished up his orgasm with the help of his hand, then turned his attention to his friend.
"Man, you OK? God, I'm sorry, I thought you were ready for it."
Lance coughed a couple of more times, then seemed to regain himself. "Don't apologize, I should be the one saying I'm sorry. I messed up."
"Hey, nothing you need to be sorry about. I guess I forgot how strange that first load is to take. Fortunately it gets easier with practice, especially now that you know what to expect."
"I sure hope so. I really didn't even get much of a chance to taste your cum."
"Well, I guess that leaves some mystery for you to solve the next time," Justin said with a big grin. "But I've been told my cum is worth the wait."
Lance just laughed. "Well, cum boy, we better check on the time. It looks dark enough outside that it should be time for us to get supper with the guys."
"Kewl, I'm starved."
"When aren't you?"
"Good point. Hope the area has cleared of all them girls so we can get out of here tonight in one piece. And I feel like dancing up a storm tonight. Hope the club scene is in full swing."
To be continued...